Shadows of people passing by flying into the wet darkness, the shrill and glaring lights of a car here and there tearing apart the night for some seconds, jumping up and down the wet walls, throwing abstract shadows on the silhouettes of the decayed buildings on this part of HaYarkon.
Decadimento is the italian word for decay. The beauty of a decaying house on the countryside is hard to compete with. I don’t know the name of the place, so I called it Villa Decadimento. Rural Decay can be roadmovie and romantique at the very same moment.